Enemy Within (Moira Ashe Book 1)

Moira never did get used to the change. Despite the fact that she’d experienced it many times over the years, it still pained her to go through the process. At least she could tolerate the pain more than before.

After enduring the hellish experience of having her body broken and reshaped, she curbed her hunger for flesh by consuming the swine parts she had lain down before her. She would have to repeat the process for the next two nights. After finishing her meal, she used her newly enhanced sense of smell to seek out her foe.

It was difficult for her to fight through the haze of instincts that fought to control her, but she wrestled what control of her body she could from the other that attempted to consume her will.

She caught the scent of the usual mixture of odours common with the nights before, but what really confused her was the awfully strong scent of Lincoln she detected. Was it because of how new he was that he stuck out to her, or was it her proximity to him early in the day? Moira disregarded the question as she picked up what she was looking for. It was faint, but it was fresh; her counterpart had arrived. Moira focused her efforts towards pursuing the scent as she reverted to running on all fours and bounded off to start the hunt.